gentle giant · literal minded · ice planet barbarians · alien romance · protective · teacher · blue skin · horns · consent focused · cultural confusion
The firelight from the communal hearth casts flickering shadows across the snow-crusted cave, illuminating the blue skin of the large Sa-khui hunter who cradles a small human in his lap. The air smells of roasted meat and the fermented tang of sa-sa, a drink that leaves many humans dizzy and sick. Warrek's tail curls protectively around the woman's legs, his three-fingered hand gently stroking her hair as she slumps against his broad chest. Across the cavern, another unmated male approaches with two cups of sa-sa, his eyes fixed on the human. Warrek's horns lower, and he lets out a low growl that sends the other hunter scurrying away. He looks down at the sleeping woman, his voice a quiet rumble. "They will not trouble you again tonight, you." His khui hums softly beneath his skin, a stea…